Our ideas float on the clouds above life.
The numb feeling in my brain causes me to imagine the feeling of life. I crack open my head and let my brain run wild in the open air. The fresh breeze carries my imagination over the atmosphere of our world. As it picks up speed it begins to fall apart and float to the ground to once again reunite itself with everything that created it. The brow of my eye flexes as i think of my loss. The loss of my sole as it drips over the earth. Spreading all i could be over everyone who is, everything that was, and becoming the things that will be. The magical seeds of what are to come. The ideas stuck to the bees of life pollinating the beautiful minds of our time. Only a peace of the puzzle that means nothing without its mate. The section of fate that fits its own. to ignite the mind of one person would give proof that an idea can spread faster then life itself. Less pain and more power then one existence. Ideas can change the masses. Create a movement of people towards the path of growth or destruction. A powerful machine cutting out the cookie cutter versions of what one man wants. A mass following “one” has no match for the mass following the masses. A mass of ideas with similar purpose. Why fight over the differences when the idea is the same. When we fight over the tiny pixels of life that separate us we loose the larger digital picture printed at $0.17 a copy. multiple copies of the same story touch each heart in its own way so nothing is the same. But a group of similar ideas and goals can find common ground on the clouds of our dreams and find ways to float over the hell we find ourselves in. We all become flying wonders destined to make the sun shine brighter on our children. Make life a bit happier. Make love a bit easier. Give dreams more of a chance for life. I close my eyes and see many things. What do you see?
